I am always filamentlike ,
my hosiery is ripped knitwork
would you guard me ?
the seabed of macrame psychopathy will waiver .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
would you trust anachronistic revitalization by youthful tastelessness ?
underline your forgotten manipulability
in ripped knitwork or
delineate godlike bedding from nympho childlessness ;
paralyze and mummify our preteenager psychopathy
with predetermined celiocentesis .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
youthful , we were
a basketball neurosurgeon
godlike psychopathy
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Competence is seldom loud—yet confidence often is.
A charismatic smile may persuade a crowded room that wisdom has arrived,while judgment quietly waits outside.
Psychopathy,hidden beneath a layered mask,borrows the language of empathy without carrying its weight.
Its mirrors reflect only what others long to see.
The victim,neither wholly believed nor wholly forgotten,drifts between the sea and the sky—where truth dissolves into distance,and horizons become courtrooms of uncertainty.
To the practiced eye,the mask is never the face.
Charm is not conscience.
Persuasion is not integrity.
Performance is not compassion.
The sea remembers every foot print washed from its shore.
The sky remembers every silence that no witness heard.
And some where between them,where evidence struggles against illusion,stands the fragile human soul,waiting for perception to surrender to truth.
Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye.
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working towards your own downfall is the directive.
Everyone's unique but that dare not be expressed.
Step outside the lines and find you're being oppressed.
Question the insanity you're seen as defective.
Grow your mind on clarity and gain some perspective.
The powerful are driven by a need for control.
Empathy is weakness basically rigmarole.
Feeding the division to keep everyone confused.
Far from idle hands are puppeteering the used.
Shadow games the projections are finely curated.
Join the dots the picture shows it's all fabricated.
I don't know what's going on
today I even suspect
if I ever had any skills
to understand the world I live in
sure they dug a ditch around here
or built walls that I can't see
there's something hidden in everything
or is this just my psychopathy?
i always knew i should be good
but i didn't know i should be better
because I didn't see it as a competition
maybe I underestimated
everything they wrote in the books
for people like me
naive or ignorant like me
now doomed to suffer the consequences
for having lived as eternal apprentices
Write poetry and remain a virgin,
it doesn't seem a human thing...
break the light and continue
in the shadow, it doesn't seem a thing
of poet...
touch the wounds
and to remain impassive is not a humanist character
and it's not poetry,
but it looks psychopathy...
also making love without loving
or is it animal instinct,
or is it an escape... !
When Mr. Abercrombie
Became a human zombie
He stumbled for the right to get ahead
But when he humbled Cathy
He fumbled psychopathy
And now Miss Abernathy, is dead
Submitted to the "Bite-Size Poem No 14" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
On July 21, 2021
I will never hurt again, nor will I ever love or laugh.
That's the lifestyle I will live when I become a psychopath.
Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.
I hope I can attain a healthy level of psychopathy.
I imagine it would be a tremendous relief.
I am currently in training to be a psychopath.
Don't laugh, a psychopath isn't necessarily bad,
There are many psychopaths out there who are highly functional,
despite not having any conscience at all,
or their inability to feel anything emotional.
Finding my inner psychopath I believe will be my salvation.
One can't feel depressed when one can't feel depression.
He was
sick of her.
He was
bored
and
restless.
The tramps
at work
stimulated
his thirst
for new
conquests.
He thought
to himself:
This diabetic
is taking up
so much of
my time.
I'm sick of
her whining.
And the needles
she's poking.
God must
be joking.
So he
thought deeply.
About
ridding himself
of someone
so sweetly.
I must
formulate a plan.
It's my
time to shine.
My needs
must be met.
I don't
have time
for this
sickness.
But I
must operate
ever
so sneakily.
Those
vials
in the frig.
Keep
this sicko
alive.
I must
get free.
I have
better prospects.
And better
games to play.
Then an Aha
moment came.
What if I
replace
her insulin
with
salt water
instead.
She'll go into
a coma
with no
one the wiser
And I can play
The greiving
boyfried
at work
and get
sympathy
sex
from the
vulerable
and down
trodden
then when
I catch one
I can
play this
sick game
all over
again
It's a win
win for me
all over
again
What a
plan
I'll impliment
it tomorrow
and I'll
be free
to be
ME
Psychopathic
AND
Unholy
(This is fiction)
Precious is a word used by a psychopath
They call it love bombing
If anyone has read up on pychopathic tactics
You know what I'm talking about
The guy barely knows you
He doesn't even know your worth
To call someone highly desired and rare
Run for the hills because this game is sick
and all twisted
And you will be all caught up in it
They know you are love starved and
you will fall into their grip so easily
Boy have I ever learned about that
I fell right into his trap
I'm glad I'm writing and healing
So I can look for the danger signs
Of psychopathy
Thsee poems are my chronicles of madness
In the journey of healing from psychopathy
So when my head gets screwed back on straight
I have this to look back apon and say, oh hell no
I'm not going through this again
I know it's going to feel insane for awhile
That there will be a better tomorrow
Right now I'm holding on tightly
For the ache of my soul to fly free
Dear Tony
I'm not your fuel anymore.
Wanting me as someone who will fulfill your needs.
Laundry, cooking, and listening to your glib antics.
Mixed in with verbal degradation to keep me down
and twirling swirling whirling, to keep you happy.
No concern that I have any needs and feelings.
It's all about Tony wrapped into a sadistic package.
Convincing people that I deserve your abuse because
I'm insecure.
Who's the insecure one???
Love is not getting someone else to fulfill Tony's needs.
You were always bored. You always needed excitement.
Women are objects. Using your eyes to fulfill your
sexual deficiency. Using my weaknesses against me.
Projecting your sociopathy on me. And.......You have no
remorse. You can't function in relationships.. . Work, family,
or intimate ones. You will scope out your next victim. A
caring, loving, empathetic, and intelligent woman who
you will feel an insatiable need to destroy. And you will
walk away after you burn her house down. You will be
satisfied once again. Cycling circle cycling circle of
Psychopathy.
Got to go
Not your victim anymore
So don’t let those other guys get you down
How could we not beat the hippie and witch?
She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown
But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch:
Standing at the altar, first five, now three
Awaiting the voters to be their groom
Casting anxious looks toward the entry
But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left the room
This can’t be happening? How could it be?
The “Real Republicans” and their backers
Misread the writing on the wall, you see.
Only role now is Donald attackers.
Sometimes the choice is good; this year it isn’t:
It's psychopathy versus narcissism!
3/16/16
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